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Rough, quick one-shot-
word count: 757
-mild angst followed by mild happiness-
a/n: sorry not sorry, I didn't revise before posting 🤷🏻♀️
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“I think I am quite ready for another adventure.” Bilbo smiled excitedly as he moved to grip Elrond's hand. The Elf smiled brightly at the little hobbit as he carefully led him up the small ramp into the small vessel.
Bilbo sighed happily as he leaned against his walking stick near the railing on the main deck. The smell that was in the air was something so familiar to him that he couldn't hold a sigh of contentment.
Bilbo's memory may be slower and now fading at the ripe age of 129 but he could never forget that smell of adventure that came with the unknowing. It was a smell that brought Bilbo great comfort but also great sadness as he remembered his past fellow companions.
“My Lord Elrond.” Bilbo spoke gently, almost shaking as he looked up at the tall Elf. “When we arrive at our destination...What is it that we are expected to find?”
After spending a decent amount of time recently with the old hobbit, Elrond was quick to understand the true background of his words. “I do not know what all that awaits us, My Mellon. We can only hope for good things.” The hobbit snorted and Elrond raised a quizzical brow.
"Remember that saying that I told you when we first met?" Elrond smiled at the memory as he repeated that very saying. "'Go not to the Elves for counsel for they will answer both no and yes' Yes I remember fondly that phrase."
"It was very well proven there."
Chuckling and shaking his head, Elrond didn’t get a chance to reply before Gandalf and Frodo joined the two.
Frodo, red-eyed, wrapped a tight hug around his uncle. The action made Bilbo smile waterly and rub a gentle tremoring hand on Frodo's back, as the younger hobbit spoke into his uncle's shoulder.
“I didn’t truly realize how hard saying goodbye would be.”
“Living with me, my boy, you should already know.”
“What do you mean, Uncle?”
“That goodbyes are nothing but ‘See you soon’ when it comes to true relationships.” Gandalf and Elrond smiled down at the two, a knowing glint in both of their eyes as their gazes met.
With the final passengers on board, the sails were lowered and the final journey of the last member of Thorin Oakenshield’s Company began.
As former Ring-bearers, Bilbo and Frodo Baggins were granted the luxury only a selected handful of the free people of all Middle-Earth have been awarded.
A trip to the closest thing to Heaven in all of Middle-Earth.
A place in the Grey Havens. The place that could heal and strengthen many; however, there are some things that it can not cure or prevent… Death being one of them.
Bilbo Baggins of Bag-End went peacefully and quietly sometime in the late hours of the first night of his new adventure. Though he was alone at the time, ( something that Frodo had taken rather hard.), Frodo knew deep down that his uncle was not alone for long…
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"Uncle! Uncle!"
"Mahal's Beard, it was about time!"
"Shamukh!!"
"Bilbo's here?"
"I'll get the fire going!"
"MASTER BOGGINS!"
Grunting at the sudden total weight on his chest, Bilbo rolled and pushed at his sudden attacker.
“Kili, would you-” Bolting straight up once he realized what he just said, Bilbo rubbed at his eyes cartoonishly as he took in the sight before him with his mouth agape.
Sitting around the open fire as they all had done for many nights on their quest. Everyone smiled and waited patiently for the hobbit to register his surrounding. Like they had all down at various points over the years. Dori. Nori and Ori were on the longest of the logs, with Ori tucked happily in between his older brothers. Oin and Gloin were just across the fire from the three, sitting on the shorter one of the logs.
Turning to look over the rest of the camp, Bilbo followed the line of amused faces of Bofur, Bifur, and Bombur, as they laughed in joy at seeing their hobbit friend. Bilbo didn't forget to catch Balin and Dwalin leaned up against the rock face that was on the back of the camp. The two older brothers smiled knowingly and nodded in acknowledgment as Bilbo met their gazes.
All of them, Bilbo realized, looked exactly the same as they did when they all knocked and burst through his door at Bag-End that fateful night. Bilbo's mind shook as he moved to rub at his eyes.
Speaking of not aging, next to the quivering hobbit there was Kili, kneeling and smiling so brightly at the bewildered look on Bilbo's face as he looked up at him.
Kili was just as he remembered, as was Fili, who was not far behind his brother, currently shoving a taller dark figure whose back was turned away from the rest. Fili was practically jumping as he pointed and gestured over at Bilbo for his uncle to see.
Bilbo had never been so on edge then he was now, watching as Thorin turned to face him, but his nerves were pointless, as the young king smiled even more brightly than Kili.
"Did you at least remember to bring your handkerchief this time?"
Bilbo scoffed.
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Rough, quick one-shot-
word count: 757
-mild angst followed by mild happiness-
a/n: sorry not sorry, I didn't revise before posting 🤷🏻♀️
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“I think I am quite ready for another adventure.” Bilbo smiled excitedly as he moved to grip Elrond's hand. The Elf King smiled brightly at the little hobbit as he carefully led him up the small ramp into the small sailing vessel.
Bilbo sighed happily as he leaned against his walking stick near the railing on the main deak. The smell that was in air was something so familiar to him that he couldn't hold the sigh of contentment.
Bilbo's memory may be slower and now fading but he could never forget that smell of adventure that came with the unknowing. It was a smell that brought Bilbo great comfort but also great sadness as he remembered his fellow companions.
“My Lord Elrond.” Bilbo spoke gently, almost shaking as he looked up at the tall Elf. “When we arrive at our destination...What is it that we are expected to find?”
After spending a decent amount of time recently with the old hobbit, Elrond was quick to understand the true background of his words. “I do not know what all that awaits us, My Mellon. We can only hope for good things.” The hobbit snorted.
"Remember that saying that I told you when we first met?" Elrond smiled as he repeated that very saying
"'Go not to the Elves for counsel for they will answer both no and yes' Yes I remember fondly that phrase."
"It was very well proven there."
Chuckling and shaking his head, Elrond didn’t get a chance to reply before Gandalf and Frodo joined the two.
Frodo, red eyed, wrapped a tight hug around his uncle. Not moving away, he spoke into his uncle shoulder
“I didn’t truly realize how hard saying Good-bye would be.”
“Living with me, my boy, you should already know.”
“What do you mean, Uncle?”
“That good-byes are nothing but ‘See you soon’ when it comes to true friendships.” Gandalf and Elrond smiled down at the two, a knowing glint in both of their eyes.
With the final passengers on board, the sails were lowered and the final journey of the last member of Thorin’s Company begun.
As former Ring-bearers, Bilbo and Frodo Baggins were granted the luxury only a selected handful of the free people of all Middle-Earth have been awarded.
A trip to the closest thing to Heaven in all of Middle-Earth. A place in the Grey Havens. A place that could heal and strengthen many; however, there are some things that it can not heal or prevent… Death being one of them.
Bilbo Baggins of Bag-End went peacefully and quietly sometime in the late hours of the first night of his new adventure. Though he was alone at the time, ( something that Frodo had taken hard.), Frodo knew deep down that his uncle was not alone for long..
"Uncle! Uncle!"
"Mahal's Beard, it was about time!"
"Shamukh!!"
"Bilbo's here?"
"I'll get the fire going!"
"MASTER BOGGINS!"
Grunting at the sudden full weight on his chest, Bilbo rolled as he pushed at his sudden attacker.
“Kili, would you-” Bolting, straight up once he realized what he just said, Bilbo rubbed at his eyes as he took in the sight before him.
Sitting around the open fire, like they all had done for many nights. Dori. Nori and Ori were on the longest of the logs with Oin and Gloin sitting on the shorter one.
Turning to look over the rest of the camp, Bilbo followed the line of Bombur, Bifur and Bofur, as they laughed in joy at seeing their hobbit friend. Bilbo, didn't forget to catch Balin and Dwalin leaned up against the rock face that was on the back of the camp.
All of them..they looked exactly that same they did when they all arrived at Bag-End that fateful night. Bilbo's mind shook as he moved to rub at his eyes.
Speaking of not aging, next to the quivering hobbit, there was Kili, smiling so brightly as he laughed at the bewildered look on Bilbo's face as he looked up at him.
Kili looked exactly the same...
So did Fili, Who was not far behind his brother, currently shoving a dark figure whose back was turned away from the rest. Fili was practically jumping as he pointed and gestured over at Bilbo for his Uncle to see.
Bilbo had never been so on edge then he was now, watching as Thorin turned to face him. But his nerves were pointless as the young king smiled even more brightly than Kili.
"Did you at least remember to bring your handkerchief this time?"
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20 YEARS OF THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE TWO TOWERS (18 DEC 2002)
The horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in the deep one last time!
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Mental health. Happiness. Peace. Quiet.
Long ago the four nations lived together in harmony. Then everything changed when Spotify and Ao3 went down. Only the servers, master of these sites, could stop this but when the world (me) needed them most, they vanished.
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I haven't seen this rendition of Ghosts yet in full (only the first two seasons of the original BBC series) but I found this on their TikTok!
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Consoling, Confusion, and Confession.
summary: A massive misunderstanding of feelings between you, Fili and Kili.
trigger(s): talk of insecurities
so this was actually a request (from a million years ago cause I write so freaking slow) and I complete went off what they ask for, my love for Fili took over lmao. So I own that person another request…so you know who you are lol.
PART TWO
“I wish I could show you the caverns..”
Scoffing, you looked over at Fili on the other side of the cell and made a gagging gesture, causing him to choke on a laugh.
Smiling through the pain, your heart clenched into a ball as the elf maiden giggled at something else Kili told her.
But like who could blame her for falling for his charm so quickly…heavens knows that you did.
When Gandalf originally invited you to join him on this quest, you were very much hesitant.
For more than one obvious reason
But the most obvious one was that you were a girl.
A human girl in fact, a Dúnedain from the north.
Granted your height is barely over the average for dwarves
but still. You weren’t sure if they would trust you enough to work cohesively.
And not all of them did,
Besides Bilbo, Fili and Kili were the first ones to actually acknowledge your presence as a good thing.
Both of them however were the biggest flirts, and found it their greatest joy to have you scowl at them.
“Something’s wrong with my eyes, because I can’t take them off you.”
“No wonder the sky is gray all the color is in your eyes.
and when they discovered that you actually played along sometimes…
“Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk by again?”-“Go ahead. I need to practice hitting a moving target.”
There was no ending, much to the dismay and amusement of the others.
There wasn’t really much thought behind it, it was just a way to pass time as everyone worked the way to the mountain.
It wasn’t long though that you noticed that you began actually looking forward to their attention.
Especially Kili’s…
The warm smile he gave whenever you retorted against one of his silly pickup lines always sent butterflies buzzing around in your stomach.
Thoughts of what it would be like if Kili actually liked you back played daily.
Would he wait till after Erebor is reclaimed?
Or would he just nervously blurt it out one day?
What were you thinking?!
Clearly he wasn’t interested, for now he was using the same soft words he told you on the dumb elf maiden.
Old insecurities flooded your system.
Not even men of the same race seem to show any interest you. Hell its has been 20 years already and you could count all the suiter’s you had on one hand.
“Your hands are shaking.” Fili pointed
Immediately hiding them inside your cloak, you wrapped it around yourself tightly.
“He’s an idiot, y/n.” he stated as when your gazes met
Sadly you just nodded in reply
You wished you just nodded.
It wasn’t long before tears started running down your face. Sliding down the stone wall, silent sobs began to escape as you bit to hold them back.
“Hey, Hey it’s okay.” Fili’s wrapping his arms around your crumbled figure, trying to calm the spark that flooded his heart when your hand moved to rest on his chest
Yet you were just as unknowing to his affections as Kili was of yours.
The same feelings you felt for Kili…Fili felt for you.
Hugging even tighter to your figure Fili tried his best to hold in the pure rage he felt at his brother in this moment.
Years Fili has spent protecting his brother from the actions and comments of others.
But at this moment, he wanted nothing more than to throttle him to the ground for making you cry
“Hey, it’ll be okay. He doesn’t know what he is missing.” He tried to console you as he glared outside the cell door and just in time to see Kili winking at the elf maiden.
“As if Uncle or Ma will ever approve” he scoffed. “You’re a such a better choice.”
“I don’t want to be a choice~” you mumbled into the fur of his coat. Fili brow furrowed in confusion as you continued “It shouldn’t be a question. If he has to choose between me and the elf, let him choose the elf, screw him. If he felt the same there wouldn’t be a matter of choice.”
You pulled away from Fili just enough to wipe at your face, however Fili’s hand beat yours to it.
Gently moving the curved finger across both your cheeks, your eyes met his as the corner of lips moved to a small one sided smile.
“Don’t let him hurt you, Khîê” (My One)
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Bliss - Dwalin x Reader
Summary: Just a short fic of domesticated bliss.
Word Count: 603
Date Posted: 08.14.2022
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You sat on the bed in the quiet of the early evening as your loving husband drew your bath. Due to your husbands high standing in the Court of Durin, and a little of Gandalf’s magic, your home in the mountain had a false window that showed the snowy valley outside. The Long Lake had long been rebuilt as a fishing outpost and the people of Dale were prospering due to Thorin’s efforts.
It took weeks for the king to over come the Dragon sickness, while Fili worked tirelessly to maintain good relations with the people of Dale. The relations with Mirkwood were still rocky but Thranduil’s jewels were returned. Tauriel acted as a Mirkwood ambassador and therefore a buffer between the two kings.
“Mudumel, your bath is ready.” Your husbands gravelly voice drew you out of your thoughts. Dwalin smiled softly as he approached you, taking your hand, gently guiding you off the bed. “Careful. I don’t want to hurt my little Muhudel.”
Calloused fingers caressed your swollen belly, gently supporting it as you regained your balance.
“There you go,” He kissed your temple. “Such a good girl.”
“I am not fragile, My love.” You shook your head, dwarves bed robes swishing about your feet as you waddled to the tub. Dwalin stripped you and helped you into the large soaking basin.
“You may not be, but my babe very much is.”
“If this babe is anything like you, I’m sure they could handle themselves.”
Dwalin took his time bathing you, and washing your hair, telling you all about his day training the up and comping guard. All promising, all stupid. Dwalin while rough and gruff on the outside, had surprising patience for his new group of trainees.
You met Dwalin during your journey to the mountain with your cousin Bilbo. Dwalin didn’t think such a small woman could defend herself at all, and while you weren’t defenseless, Dwalin took it upon himself to be your personal protector. Along the way you fell for him. Being stuck in Thranduil’s dungeon together for three days certainly put you in an unavoidable situation. Unable to find Bilbo had you terribly worried.
Dwalin had you wrapped up in his arms those three nights, swearing to you that he’d not let anything happen to you. It was hard for him to leave you behind in Lake Town to care for Kili. Before he joined the group going to the mountain he kissed you passionately, promising to come back for you. When he’d seen Lake Town burn, he was devastated. He thought he’d lost you. It wasn’t until after the battle that you’d found each other again.
Dwalin had lifted you easily. Kissing your with a fire that you matched, filled with the relief that you both were alive. It was that night that he first made love to you. Filling you with his love. The very next day he carved you matching beads to braid into your hair, effectively claiming you as his own.
“Are you ready to get out, or shall I leave you to soak?” Dwalin asked as his fingers took a brief pause from combing through her hair.
“Help me out, my love. I’d like to go to bed.”
Dwalin was very gentle as he helped you out of the bath. Drying you with care and helping you back into the bed.
“Relax, Mudumel, you won’t have much time when the baby is born.” He took his time running his hands over your aching leg muscles, soothing them into releasing the pent-up tension. He lulled you to sleep with his caress.
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Kinktober 2022 // Day 16 // Prompt: Double Penetration
Thorin x Dwalin x f!reader
Sent in by anonymous request
Warnings: explicit sexual content, explicit language, unprotected PiV (it’s fantasy, wrap it up), anal sex, double penetration, creampie, M/M/F
Word Count: 672
Rating: Explicit, 18+, NSFW
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“Open her for me,” Thorin commands.
Dwalin’s strong hand snakes between your thighs and lifts your top leg to expose the fucking happening between them. Dwalin feels wonderful inside you. He pumps into your pussy, the movements languid and steady. They’re purposeful, almost unbothered. Dwalin is taking his time with you, enjoying every second. He withdraws after a few more strokes, but before you feel empty, Thorin’s mouth is there sucking at your clit and licking the length of your sex. His tongue enters your pussy, probing and stroking. You move your hips to ride his mouth seeking your pleasure in feral desire. His tongue retreats and begins to work your clit again with quick swirling motions that have you mewling and begging for more. Thorin inserts two fingers, pumping them steadily while his tongue continues to flick and swirl against your clit.
“You are so fucking tight,” he growls against your sex. “Isn’t she, Dwalin?”
Dwalin nips at your ear. “She certainly is my king.”
An orgasm begins to grow deep within your womb. Thorin continues to work your clit with his tongue and inserts a third finger. Your head rolls back into Dwalin’s shoulder. Thorin’s fingers curl inside you, pulling your wetness from your body. He glides the wetness through your folds and down, further to your ass.
“She’s ready for you,” says Thorin as he sucks your clit into his mouth.
Then, there is pressure against your other entrance. You cry out, first from the sting and then from pleasure as Thorin’s mouth brings you to orgasm. Dwalin swallows the last of your cry with his mouth as he kisses you. His tongue dances with yours. You slide a hand to the back of his neck and force him closer, deepening the kiss.
As the orgasm rolls through your body, Dwalin’s cock matches the pace he set earlier when he was inside your pussy. He releases your mouth, and you gasp for breath. Thorin rises from between your legs and leans back on an elbow with a large, contented smile on his face. His face and beard glisten with the aftermath of your orgasm. Thorin takes a long look at his glossy fingers before placing them into his mouth and sucking them clean.
“Delicious. You should have yourself a taste.”
“I have all night to taste her,” answers Dwalin.
Thorin laughs and wipes the back of his hand across his mouth and sits up. Dwalin rolls his body forward and props himself up on his knees, taking you with him, yet somehow managing to keep his cock inside your ass. He supports your weight with both hands underneath your thighs. Your back is against his hard stomach, legs spread as Thorin aligns his cock at your entrance. He looks over your shoulder at Dwalin, and nods.
Dwalin thrusts deep just as Thorin slides his cock into your slick cunt. You’re filled, stretched. They both find a steady rhythm, working both your holes. Thorin hooks his hands underneath your knees, pushing your legs up higher, stretching you wider. Dwalin’s hand slide down to support your buttocks. You’re smashed between the dwarves, completely at their mercy.
“Harder,” you beg. “Deeper, please. I need more.”
They oblige, their movements relentless. The angle you’re folded into allows them to fuck you deep. Within a few moments another orgasm shudders through your body. Thorin rests his forehead against yours, little beads of sweat rolling down his neck. You want to lick them up and taste the salt. He pumps a few more times before he swears under his breath, his thrusts becoming jerky.
“Come inside me,” you whisper against Thorin’s cheek.
Thorin’s entire body shudders as he spills inside you, filling your womb. He quickly pulls out, some of him leaking from you, shifting backward to allow your body to fall forward a bit. You connect your arms around his neck, his arms wrapping around your body for better support. Dwalin thrusts a few more times, then removes himself, and spills onto your back.
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Never pointless || one-shot
word count: 2.1k
warning(s): kissing, confessions, pining, self-pity, insecure!dwalin let's just pretend Gandalf is with the company at this time.
Dwalin x fem!Ranger Reader
That first night at Bag-End was full of surprises, not just for you but for the rest of the company as well. When Gandalf first mentions bringing his Ranger friend along to add to their company. The Dwarves were excited and intrigued at the prospect, yet later when the hobbit’s door bell rang and you walked in...Let’s just say that saying they were shocked would be an understatement.
However, It’s fine because just like with Bilbo, Gandalf somehow manages to convince Thorin to let you join. The first couple of days of the road proved just like you thought it would. The dwarves watched every step you took, always making sure that one of them was nearby to guard or something.
You weren’t even sure they were doing it on purpose at first, till one morning you watched Bofur, who was currently riding next to you, nod at Kili before they switched places.
It was easy to become frustrated at the Dwarves being overbearing, yet it was also easy for you to understand. Being one of the few Dunedain women left, this wasn’t the first time different races of the male gender have tried to condle you.
After leaving Rivendell, and it took you a few days to realize that almost all the dwarves stopped their protective attics, well except for one…Dwalin
You didn't notice it at first for he had hardly said a word to you or looked at you the entire journey. Or so you thought.
What you didn't know was that Dwalin could hardly keep his eyes off of you. From the very moment you stood up for yourself to Thorin at Bag-End, he was beard over boots for ya.
And the rest of the company knows that he is and that they don't let him forget it either. Whispering snide comments here and there at him behind your back. To watch Dwalin’s face turning a shade of bright red from a range of emotions.
Despite being so madly in love with you, he knew that he could never act on his feelings for many reasons. Many being insecurities that he wouldn’t care to admit out loud. But one of those reasons was that you were a human with a shorter lifespan than his. Even with the age difference between you two being well over 100 years, as far as Dwalin knew, you would still die before him and he wasn’t sure he could handle that.
Scratch that, He wouldn’t handle it well at all and he promised to himself that he wouldn’t put himself in that situation.
In fact the thought of you getting hurt at all is why he was still watching out for you. Even though you already proved to the others and him that you could take care of yourself.
He was still worried about you and he just had to make sure that you were okay throughout the day and sometimes he would even check on you through his night watches to make sure you were staying warm.
This has been going the entire journey so far, it's just recently as the others let off that it has increased. Him doing the most absolute smallest of things to not bring attention to himself. Such as sticking a warm rock from near the campfire near your feet at night when he thought you were too cold. Or purposely whispering to Bombur one night to give you parts of his share cause you started to show some of your weight-loss from all the walking. Or sharpening all your weapons during his watches so you didn’t have too.
It was just his luck that you had started to pick up on it.
At first you thought it was just your imagination but you quickly pieced it together when you noticed your sword was sharper than when you went to bed. Dwalin was the only one in the company, besides Thorin, who had a whetstone big enough to get this kind of edge on your blade and while you would be flattered if the King Under the Mountain took the time to sharpen it for you during the night. It seemed unlikely considering..he didn’t have watch that night.
The watch order had been Nori, You, then Dwalin and Balin.
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Sitting cross legged by the fire, you had long given up watching the stars to keep you awake. Twisting your sword around you stared as you squinted down the length of the blade, the edges already showing signs of going dull.
If only you hadn’t forgotten your sharpening stone in Rivendell.
Sighing deeply, you hadn’t noticed when Dwalin came to relieve you. Sitting roughly on the log next to you before grunting.
“Go get some sleep.”
Nodding you didn’t fight him as resheathed your sword and headed back to your bedroll. Setting your sword down next to you and almost immediately drifting off.
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When you awoke in the morning you noticed that the sword was on the other side of your bedroll. Automatically unsheathing it to get a better look at it, you noticed it looked shinier than last night and on closer expectation you noticed it had been sharpened. Raising an eyebrow in question to yourself, your brain immediately went to Dwalin.
Immediately looking up for the dwarf, you noticed that he sat on the log by the fire with his back facing you. Smiling to yourself, you just know that the burly dwarf did this.
You had been slow in realizing your feelings for the old dwarrow. You had truly only started noticing him more and more since leaving Rivendell.
The younger dwarfs keep you distracted and entertained during the first part of the long journey. It was more when they started to leave you to your thoughts more often, that you started watching the big dwarf move around the camp.
From the way his forearms flexed when he carried in the firewood for the night. The veins that ran from down them and under the metal gauntlets on his hands. But it wasn’t actually till you watched him complement Ori handwriting. Wait! Or maybe it was when he was quick to offer to take Bofur’s night watch after the poor fella almost took a nasty fall from heat exhaustion. Either way, after seeing Dwalin from a different perspective, it starts to become harder to deny your feelings.
Now especially as you looked down at the sword in your hands with a deep blush.
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"Good." A loud voice pulled you from your thoughts, looking up you saw Thorin nod at both Bombur and Balin. Looking over the awake company members before snapping his fingers at Fili, Nori, and Kili. "We reach the mountain pass in 2 days. We'll need to replenish some of our strength if we want to make it."
"Hunting party?" Kili eyebrows shot up excitedly, as he turned to shoved an elbow in Fili's side. Almost giddy, the two brothers bounced out of their bedrolls and were already grabbing their weapons.
Rolling his eyes, Thorin nodded and gestured to Nori. "I'll keep my eyes on them." Nori nodded, sighing as he got up and stretched, following the two after he threw his weapon over his shoulder.
Sheathing your sword back, you left in on top of your bedroll as you moved to sit on one of the rocks that sat next to the fire…the one next to the Dwalin of course.
Across the fire without the notice of either of you two. Gandalf and Balin shared a knowing look before Gandalf cleared his throat softly as he puffed on his pipe.
Ori snapped to attention, immediately, looking up from his scribe book over at the wizard.
"Forgive me, Mistress?" Ori glanced at you. You and Dwalin both jumped slightly.
"Yes, Ori?" You smiled kindly at the young dwarf. You always had a soft spot for the little scribe.
"As the Company's scribe.." he stuttered slightly, "I am required to write about everyone in said company" He smiles sheepishly "Is it possible for me to ask you a few questions?"
"Of course." You answered immediately with a nod. Relaxing slightly. He nodded, before turning a page in his journal.
"How old are you?" You paused..what a strange question, hesitantly you replied. "53."
Speaking of age wasn’t something that really bothered you and technically you were still 'in your prime' for a Ranger, not even middle-aged.
"You're one of the Dúnedain."- Thorin spoke, almost extremely shocked. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly in question. That tone was not meant for him.
"Most Rangers are." You answered with slow nods.
"Who are the Dúnedain again?" Bofur asked from the other side of the camp, seeming the most genuine.
"Great people of the west, Master Dwarf. " Gandalf smiled gently at him. "-descendants of the noble númennóreans. "
"Long ago, the Valar blessed them with an extended lifespan." Balin intertwined."I thought you had all died out." He looked over at you with an affectionate twinkle in his eye.
"There's not many of us left-" You smiled softly, when you were suddenly interrupted by Dwalin standing up abruptly.
"Dwalin?" You asked confused. He didn't look at you, he just gave a growl at Balin, who just smiled before he just marched off towards the opening in the treeline..
"It's okay lass, he's just-" Balin tried to reassure but you were already gone, following up after his brother. Balin threw his hands up. " Well. It's about time. " he chuckled as everyone else laughed, agreeing with small nods.
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"Dwalin?" You called out. Making your way through the thick bush. You really didn't know where to go after a few feet into it. Turning around to look to the side a voice spoke behind you.
"Y/n?"
"Ah!" You jumped spinning rapidly to see a chucking Dwalin as he had both hands raised in surprise. "Sorry lass. I didn't mean to scare ya."
"Why did you run off?" You panted slightly lightly as you finally got your heart calmed enough. "Everything okay?:
"Yeah. " he looked down "…it's just." He paused, shaking his head before looking back up.
"Just?" You pushed slightly, taking a small step closer to him.
"It's nothing-." He reassured me, as he automatically took a step closer to you. With a small gesture, he pointed to the camp "-we should get back."
"No, clearly it's not okay" You stopped him "You have a right to say how you feel-"
"I like you. " He breathed, eyes wide "-a lot. Hell, Mahal I might even love ya at this point. And I know it's pointless because you could do so much better than me. "
His hand rubbed down his face, as he pulled on his beard. "I have listed every reason not to allow myself to think of you this way. But every time I tried not to like you like that…you make me fall even harder."
You blinked as your face fell into a soft expression. Dwalin eyebrows pinched together insecurely as he looked over at you. Shaking his head as he looked back down, "it's okay if you don't love me bac-"
That's when you kissed him.
Gently at first, you were just as nervous as him as you raised one of your hands to lightly rest on the edge of his jaw. Lifting his face up slightly to press the locking kiss onto his rough lips.
Dwalin was frozen. Barely moving as he realized what was happening. You were kissing him? After he just confessed? This couldn’t be real. Oh but it was and he couldn't help himself but to melt into your sweet kiss.
His hands moved from his sides to rest lightly on the top of your hips, traveling around to your lower back as he pulled you closer to him. Causing a sigh leaves your lips, your other hand coming up to rest on the nape of his neck, tangling your fingers into his wispy hair.
Pulling back breathlessly, his eyes were barely open as he gasped an almost painfully shy -"you don't have to kiss me just because I-"
You kissed him again, hands on either of his cheeks as you tried to convey all your bubbled up emotions. His handa pulled you in impossibly closer, as you your face pulled back slightly , " I love you too you dumb dwarf.'
Pulling away fully, you opened your eyes to see the soft 'o' expression as his eyes opened to meet yours.
"Being with you-" you spoke each word softly, voice slightly hoarse "..would never be pointless." Your heart beating hopelessly in your chest as you stated each word carefully, rubbing your thumb gently against his cheeks, as your other hand rested againat the side of his neck. Hoping to squash any doubt he might have. "I only wished you would see yourself as I do."
Pressing his forehead against yours, you felt him smile with a slight shy tilt that caused you to giggle.
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